You plan, hope, pray, work hard, sweat blood.. But sometimes you can't control how it's going to go. What or who's going to affect it? You never saw it coming.
I feel horrible. While I should be feeling bad for you, praying for you.. a part of me is rolling my eyes and groaning out load, for your excellent timing. Again..
Once was enough to tell me how your gratitude is short-lived no matter how much we sacrifice. I don't want to do it again.
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